We were young then In a burgeoning decade Painted and free Dancing In heels We were new then Born from mischief Butterflies amid the grey The overcast, the gloom Free A canvass without masks To say, this is us Look We are neither We are all Listen And for a moment they saw us And for a moment they danced And for a moment it was new Painted and free But moments are fleeting And the devil has a care And the wild spirits of our youth Fell into the darkness We are old now Those of us left to cry Yet we are restless To dance again Listen We have more to say Copyright RMC March 2021 For prompt 2 freeverserevolution.com
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